Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights

Chapter 372: This World Belongs To Us

As Levi roared, claiming dominance with intense ferocity, Percival summoned King. His humanoid summon had long blue hair, short but sharp ears, and a chiseled physique, but his skin was blue like the ocean, and fine scales crept up his muscular arms to the sides of his neck.

He wore metal arm guards, ironclad boots, and scale armour over his legs with a loincloth. King crossed his arms as he floated before Percival.

He looked less like a seafolk and more like an entity that had merged with the endless tides. His presence was so overwhelming it bordered on terror.

"The power I feel within me is something I never thought possible. I don’t feel like a demigod; I feel like I’m much more, like we’re much more," King said as he opened his arms and looked at his hands.

Percival smiled faintly. "We should be grateful we’re alive." After saying that, he shot upward, burst out of the ocean, and landed on Levi’s back.

He looked at the bright skies and the sun. "I’m alive. I feel like it’s been a while." Percival squatted and dipped his palm into the water, his lips curling up faintly.

"I missed this."

Everything was beautiful, the sky, the ocean, even its depths, and he wanted to preserve that beauty.

That orc and its horde had to go. His eyes gleamed, and suddenly an island appeared in his mind. There were lots of ships around it, with a vast cleared space filled with tents and orcs moving about.

Percival’s eyes hardened as he rose to his feet. Levi turned and brought its head close enough for Percival to leap onto it.

He went down like a man about to start a race, exhaled, and gave one command.

"Go."

With a roar, the leviathan shot forward, causing massive waves. Percival gave it directions through his mind, and they traversed the ocean, causing so much disturbance that massive predators fled while they were still kilometres away.

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"Bu zish laka nuah la!" An orc who sat around with others said as they looked at a seafolk, a man with a tail dangling as they tied him to two pillars. The older orc was yelling at a much younger orc who had failed to pierce the seafolk.

Clearly, the seafolk still had enough energy to dodge the blow. The younger orc tossed the spear aside and charged toward the seafolk, throwing heavy blows that forced the seafolk to bleed.

The young orc grabbed the seafolk’s head and was about to smash his knee into it when one of the older orcs pulled him back.

He collapsed on the sand, then the older orcs pointed at the spear.

Grunting, the younger orc grabbed the spear and charged at the seafolk when something caught his eye, forcing him to halt.

It was a massive wave, an incredibly massive wave that rose over a hundred meters high! It froze the orcs, while the seafolk began to chuckle.

"Your time has come," he snapped, his tone filled with much hatred. It wasn’t only these orcs close to the shore; the orcs in the camp saw the waves, forcing everyone to stop whatever they were doing.

A resonant, calm yet authoritative voice rang. "This world belongs to us," Percival said, his voice echoing through the island.

His white eyes first pierced through the wave before the leviathan emerged. Its head alone shattered bravery.

Orcs known for their strength and courage were petrified with fear. This creature almost overshadowed the island.

Over ten thousand orcs gazed at the leviathan with wide eyes. At the island’s foundation was King, who pressed his hand into the rock and, with a grunt, forced it apart.

The crack went up, and what looked like a small rift kept growing larger and larger until the island separated; one part sank as King drilled through the foundation.

As countless orcs fell into the ocean, King turned to the next one.

Chaos ensued in the camp. One orc ran toward Conquest and threw a punch, but Conquest caught it.

"I told you we shouldn’t have come here! The water you said you have control over has turned against us!"

Conquest’s expression twisted. He snapped the orc’s arms and punched a hole through the orc’s head.

Just then, a loud sound echoed, and this part of the island sank like a crumbling skyscraper. It broke into several fragments as it descended into the ocean.

Conquest looked around; his army was being attacked by a vast number of sea beasts, everywhere was red with their blood. With a roar, he shot upward, burst out of the ocean, and ascended into the sky, drawing his arm back to launch his trident at the leviathan.

It might be powerful, but its size also had big disadvantages.

But before he could throw the trident, Levi unleashed a jet stream of water filled with so much power that Conquest found himself deep within the ocean by the time he regained consciousness.

When his eyes opened, King was already there. His feet connected with Conquest’s face, launching him like a missile through several rocks.

King went after him, but Conquest wrapped his fingers around the spear and suddenly transformed into a massive megalodon, easily over two hundred feet long.

It chomped down, but King used water manipulation to slam himself backward. It hurt but was better than being eaten.

The leviathan entered the water and went after the megalodon. Both behemoths charged toward each other, but the megalodon was just too small compared to the leviathan.

When they were about to clash, a bright light flashed, and the megalodon vanished. Conquest transformed into a stingray and whipped its tail, packed with a venomous barb, right at Percival who was on its head.

He was the weak point.

Conquest wasn’t wrong, but King grabbed the tail and launched the stingray downward, right toward Levi’s mouth.

Levi sucked in a great amount of water, pulling the stingray into its mouth. Conquest realised Percival stood there as bait.

He activated water manipulation at the last moment, pulling himself a hundred meters away from the leviathan.

Conquest returned to himself, his face twisted with rage. ’I will kill that beast and have it etched on this trident.’

His eyes gleamed, and he grabbed the trident with both hands. A ripple billowed out of the trident, and suddenly, the eyes of all the sea monsters changed.

Percival frowned faintly when thousands upon thousands of ferocious sea beasts he had called turned toward him, Levi, and King.